Amara's POV:After we arrived home, Darlington said to Bella, "You can excuse us.""Okay," Bella replied, smiling at me as she alighted the car and went away."What do you want to ask me?" I asked Darlington, not smiling at him, as I knew he wanted to speak to me about Bruce again."I hope that you're aware Bruce is Jenna's elder brother. You shouldn't be communicating with him and try not to be friendly with him," Darlington said, as we were still seated in his car."You already said that before. But Bruce hasn't said anything yet to me, except for the fact that he wants to know me," I replied, pulling my side door open.Darlington gazed back at me and replied, "The same thing I am talking about. You shouldn't tell him anything about us.""There's no 'us'. I know, and you shouldn't be concerned about what I will tell Bruce, since you're still in love with his sister. Can I get down now?" I asked, not looking at Darlington's face as he was still sitting in the driver's seat."Fine," D
Darlington's POV"Mom, Amara isn't the one who asked for Noah's card. I was there when he gave his card to her," I replied, as I saw Amara walking away.The light white gown Amara wore was almost transparent, and it didn't occur to me initially that her gown was almost visible. Not until I saw the way Noah was looking at Amara when she walked away from us. The way her buttocks were swaying and bouncing as she walked away. I desired to have Amara again on the bed with me, but then, I was surprised to see Noah ogling at her, too.It rang an alarm bell in my mind, and I thought to collect Noah's card away from Amara's hand. Blaming myself for going to call her outside, when Amara had clearly refused to see Noah. She was right that Noah would lust after her.After Noah smiled and left us, Samara wasn't happy, and I think she also saw the way her supposed fiancé was ogling after Amara."Mom, you can keep the card if you want to. But it's only business that made Noah give his card to Amara,
Darlington's POV"Hahaha!" I laughed as I drew nearer to Amara. "I didn't lie to you then to sleep with you. You wanted me as much as I wanted you too. Do not worry, the house is for the two of us to live in, and I promise you, I won't go back to Jenna. I just want to wait for her arrival so that we can make it official that it's over between us. If I post it now, it would seem like I cheated on her, whereas she's the one cheating on me and doesn't want to marry me.""But she accepted your engagement ring, and you guys look so in love with each other," Amara said, as she finally looked at me. I approached her even more and sat with Amara on the bed."Come, sit on me," I said, but she frowned."No. Don't you feel like you're cheating on your fiancée?" Amara asked me, but I shrugged my shoulder and replied, "No. I will only feel like I'm cheating on Jenna if I'm still in love with her, but I'm no longer in love with her," I said, hugging Amara closely as I guided her to sit on me. She s
Amara Nicholas,I was in my room when I heard a knock on the door. I walked up to the door and pulled it open, and then I saw my mother's maid, Agnes, smiling at me.Agnes was dressed in a long blue gown; she was light-skinned and a young lady of my height. I am 24 years old. I was wearing a long blue nightgown, too, as it was already nighttime at around 9 p.m. on the 31st of December.We were waiting for the crossover celebration to begin, and I had pulled my hair into a bun shortly after drying it from taking my bath in my bathroom."What do you want, Agnes?" I asked her, looking at her face, and she smiled back at me."Good evening, Amara. If you have a moment, your father sent for you downstairs," Agnes informed me. I sighed and replied, "But we just finished having our dinner in the dining room. What does my father want to say to me again? I am not interested in the New Year celebration."Agnes smiled faintly at me and replied, "I don't know, but he's downstairs with your mom, and
Amara Nicholas,"Dad, I don't want to go to the city. I don't want to marry a city man," I protest. Tears are gathering in my eyes.My father stood up from the blue couch. He is a very tall man and dark-skinned in complexion, unlike me and my mother, who are both light-skinned.My father sighed and said, "Amara, we are not disowning you from being our daughter. You will always be our daughter, but you must start your own life and family to give your mother and me grandchildren. We also do not want you to leave us, but we cannot trust all these people here to look after you, so your mother and I decided on this: for you to go to the city, and there, you will be genuinely loved, not by greedy people who may be pretending with you to gain favor from us.""Dad!" Tears flowed freely from my eyes like taps, and my mother stood up and walked up to meet me."You don't have to cry. I can assure you that the Briggs family are good people, and Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. You will be
Amara Nicholas,We got into my bedroom, which was very large, and my mother accompanied me to pack some of my things. She didn't want me to carry all my loads, reminding me that the Briggs family was wealthy and I didn't have to stress about arranging all my things and packing everything that I owned.We finished packing all the boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She stretched and yawned and told me, "I have to go back now to my room to meet your father. Good night, my princess.""Okay, Mom, but I am still not happy about this marriage. Can't you speak to my father again about this?" I asked my mother. I am looking at her face with my blue-shining eyes that glimmer with hope at hearing her agree."No, Amara. I want you to marry and give me a grandchild. I cannot speak to your father about this again. Not to worry, when you get there to the city, I will be calling you from time to time to know how you're faring," my mother told me, and hot tears freely streamed down from
Amara Nicholas,My mom arrived in my bedroom looking radiant in her long white nightdress. She smelled fresh like a rose, and she came into my room with Agnes, who greeted me warmly, "Good morning, Amara. I brought your tea and bread.""Thank you," I told Agnes, accepting the teacup from her hand. I walk up to my chair in my room and have a seat, where I sit down and drink my tea while eating the bread with it.My mom walked to look outside the window, and she walked back to meet me and said, "Hurry up. The driver is already here, and why didn't you make your face? You know that you'll see your husband in the city, so you should look presentable when you eventually meet with him."I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. I internally didn't have any intention of pleasing the man to whom I might be married, and my mom said, "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room.""No, Mom. There won't be any need for that. I don't have to pretend in the face of my husband. So I am perfec
Amara Nicholas,"Ah!!" I screamed, almost causing the driver to have an accident. I was so shocked to see the face of the man that I am married to."What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked me in concern as he slowed down and gazed at me cautiously through the car's rearview mirror."I am sorry. You can continue driving; I was only shocked to see my husband's face online," I said to him nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled understandingly, and I took it as a mental note not to scream out so foolishly again.The drive started again, and I continued to look at the face of the man who was about to become my husband, Darlington Briggs.I had seen him before when I got into the university. We crossed paths, and I mistakenly stepped on him, not knowing when I was walking with my friend Esther Peters.Esther was an actress; she was a seductive person, and she never failed to observe all the handsome and well-to-do rich guys in the university.I wondered how a rich girl like E